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The little girl has very dark red hair and her eyes resemble crimson and she looks like she has been hurt. "I see... so your injured as well..." he catches the scent of blood and he notices two bodies. "did you do that?" The girl shakes her head no and she suddenly hugs otaku crying. "they died... from bandits.." otaku sighs "well... you can be my companion if you like... I have some kids of my own back were i come from... but I doubt I'm going to be back there...what's your name kiddo?" She kind of looks at him funny and she laughs suddenly. "I'm Scarlet..." otaku suddenly backs away from the child "scarlet?" She looks at the man puzzeled. "I don't know what your problem is but your a very strange man..." Otaku smiles "heh you should meet my origin she's stranger then me scarlet.." Scarlet's wings perk up and she smiles. Otaku looks to the bodies of her parents. "i'm going to give them a proper burial first ok?" Otaku uses telekentic powers to move the bodies carefully and he digs a pit he then mumbles an ancient prayer over the bodies from his world and he places the bodies inside the hole and burns them and he sighs. "sorry to burn them... but they will return to the planet and be reborn into energy for the planet... it's too bad they died... your an orphen but I know how you feel little lady... I lost my parents in a simalar way. From now on I'm taking you in... you will become my daughter." scarlet smiles and otaku notices some machinery in the wreckage of the smashed cart. "well i can build something from this... hang on..." Otaku pulls out some tools and scarlet looks at him "hey can I help too?" Otaku nods "yeah sure... let's get to work." They work on parts from the smashed cart and combine it with some parts otaku created and otaku pulls out an box of mystreious stones and he pulls out an glowing white one and sticks it in the engine and after a few days of wroking eating and sleeping they create an cart that can be drove by an engine. During these few days the remains of the burned bodies have been buried but now they load up some supplies that were left over from the wreckage and they go on their way. "so scarlet? where is this doctor at? The nanomachines are starting to wear off?" Scarlet looks at him "what are those machines you speak of?" otaku sighs "of course you wouldn't know your only 8... plus your not from inferia..." scarlet giggles slightly "inferia? where's that?" otaku sighs "I don't know exactly all i know it's a palce far away from this place." Scarlet "Wow you mean in another country? I haven't been out of the country... my parents fled from the disaster at the dojo." Otaku nods "Yeah I caused a disaster earlier with the crash..." Scarlet looks at him "oh so that was you that caused the bandits to run away? There was this blinding light and a big scary noise." Otaku nods as he stops the cart and ses up camp.

((well might as well move to the citadel soon. I guess that's where i will appear...since the timeline skipped recently.))

Scarlet nods and otaku moves his sleeve and an dark claw-looking mark is on his right revealed arm. Scarlet looks at it and she looks at otaku suddenly. "where did that mark come from?" otaku sighs "it's a curse really..." otaku pulls out some food and he makes a fire. "I don't know how to cook good so I hope you like it..." Otaku hums a mystreious tune and he continues to cook. After a couple of hous of fooling around a meal has been prepared. Otaku grabs some of the stew he made and eats some and he kind of coughs slightly after swallowing the bite. "this stuff is really bland... if i had the right ingredients we would eat like royalty. here try some..." he hands scarlet some stew and she eats it and she smiles "you underestimate yourself otaku... this stuff is great." Otaku eats some more and scarlet eats her share as well. After cleaning up otaku stomps out the fire and packs up what supplies he unpacked for the quick break. "well come on scarlet we gotta find out where to find a doctor to treat this wound." Scarlet nods "I don't know if they can help you but there is a citadel up ahead." scarlet is kind of battered herself after being atacked by theives and they both go into te cart and otaku drives it to the citadel only to encounter some mountains on the way.

About time. Yes. Let us hasten to finish this.

*Walking forward Kyiana dropped into the portal as if it were a routine part of her day. Finaly, they would be righting the last six thousand years and the universe could once again regain balance.*

Once the two of them had gone through the portal, Erudemasa took a last look around the extravegant decorations of the room. This had been a convenient base, and a very comfortable place to stay. It really was a pity chances were low that he'd be able to return here. Events in the future would see to that. Oh well, there was little he could do about that, and he could always just go into the past and enjoy some time there then. Maybe make sure the place didn't fall apart in the past, keep it in good order for when he would eventually arrive with Sundel and Kyiana.

"Trip, Pleasant, I believe we have a castle assault to minorly participate in!" Erudemasa said before hopping into the portal, which sealed itself shut behind him.

arrow Omniverse
arrow Extraplanar Discontinuous Space
arrow Genesis Sphere
arrow Second Sphere of Nine
arrow Private Offices
arrow Office of the Temporal Overseer
arrow Temporal Overseer's Chair
((Excessive, I know, but I had to. XD Well, I didn't have to but it makes me visualize a zoom-in type thing.))

Temporal Overseer Tacitus Nusradai, aka Genesis, was sitting in his chair with his feet propped up on his desk. The ambiet hum of the omega molecule power generators in the sphere just below was almost as normal to him as would be the sounds of life within an inhabitted plane. His left hand seemed to be gingerly caressing an elongated pistol of some sort that lay acros his lap whilst the right was holding a data pad within his field of vision. In the dim light of his office his emerald and jade themed attire seemed rather bland, almost as if covered with a generous layer of dust.

He blinked slowly and the lights increased in their luminescence a small degree, adjusting to the strain upon his eyes being registered by the systems linked to the lights. The pad displayed various time-space distortions around the omniverse and specific incidents relating to alternate versions of himself that had not been liberated from their specific timeline as he had been. One in particular was tracked with careful precision, ensuring that he would not notice or somehow come across the existence of Genesis, the Sphere or the Man. That particular incarnation was the only one that really mattered, as his existence had allowed Genesis to liberate himself.

A few slight shifts of his eyes behind his emerald visor seemed to shift information between the pad and the optical displays. Different windows were displayed and shifted, moved and manipulated such that his view began to expand. Minor incursions were evident throughout space-time, and his subordinates could handle the vast majority of them without incident. It was his main focus to direct the campaign against serious incursions, hopefully before they could be fully constructed.

This goal is not what had brought his interest to the wider view of the timeline. Nay, it was the second objective written for himself by himself that was always within the back of his mind. He was not just an administrative force, but likely the greatest Agent within the ranks of Genesis itself. The greatest campaigns were led by him not from a desk but on the front lines. To further this his own purpose was the intent that he keep within timelines as much as possible, ready to shift between them at a moment's notice. He had to be in the field fighting the good fight, the bad fight, and everything in between. He was meant to be forever vigilant. He was meant to be a tool always ready for use by powers even beyond himself.

From the darkness rose a form, content to be knee-deep in the carnage of the place. He'd been lying in the much comfortably before something stirred him, demanding action. His leatherbound body jerked and twitched under the strain of demented giggles as he rose, buckles and clasps of silver left tarnished under grime. A couple of stray lengths of leather hung off the arms there, implying that this skin-tight suit might've been a prison of sorts. From the tips of his toes to the middle of his neck he was enshrouded, leaving only his flat chest to denote his sex.

He was decidely lithe, pale, with long white hair that draped down his back and hung in front of his shoulders. His eyes gleaming slightly amongst the meager light showed promise of a deep red color, the irises nearly black as pupil in the darkness. Unarmed and unarmed, one might wonder why the soft, sensitive man was in such a place. Though the sloguh of blood that covered from his lips down over his chin and the rest of his body seemed to suggest that the innocence of his eternally young face was false.

This creature fought cunningly, though in the end despite the nature of its appearance it was little more than a beast. As the armored one began to move towards him, this man of night drew down into a slight crouch, eyes narrowing on his foe. The advance was strong and sure despite the amount of bodies and debris that littered the ground, a sure sign of a confident, seasoned warrior.

Gloved fingers in glistening black leather caught hold of the body laying haphazardly beneath this creature. There they caught the shirt of the man, and holding him one ither side of the vicious bitemark, they lifted the corpse with ease. held fast in his gloved hands, the creature seemed content to raise the body at the last moment, effectively to use this carrion as a shield.

Firstly to slow the blade by absorbing the slash,a nd secondly to put his foe off guard as he flung the body forwards against the sword. With any luck it might push th blade away, with amazing chance it might be impaled there and weight it down. Either way the creature let out a loud hiss of defiance in the process, blood-ridden length of pristine white hair flowing with the agile, graceful movements.